A poem for us, about you

​Our wild sea is white in your absence though dogs leap and roll on the shingle, knowing nothing of our grief. Of course, you are not really absent, and the leaves, now withered and cracked, will grow again, emerald in the spring. These songs we sing with tears in our throats will rise beyond this simple roof and be carried upon the clouds to your quiet, eternal heart. Lovers, daughters, friends and mothers shall never truly part. Your kindness and grace, bestowed throughout the years, has given comfort and inspiration to us all. Of all the words you